TOPIC: pasta WORD: jedi (please read both and then reply with your favorite in the subject line)
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i'm stuck in this shit reluctant as shit buckin, how the fuk did i get seducted by dicks can you believe this? i mean i'm the near-queen princess leiah cleanbitch wit cleavage double D shits that keep eewoks kneeless i mean me-genius but darth said he had the biggest penis i went to see it and wound up as some stringy shit in sauce next to some meat shit i mean i woulda let him beat it, stick his meat in tweek then skeet it i mean shit i got that clean shit if all he wanted was to eat it now i'm sitting on this plate...waiting to be eaten defeated and i all i scream is..."i mean...shit" dumb ass half dead guy prolly cum fast with your dead eye i got the last laugh cuz u cant take off ur mask without a gasp fucking half bad jedi
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limp, lifeless, spineless noodle-dicked pasta politicians circling, swimming in the direction of current trends puffing up in expansion of half-truths to appear more appealing while the "mamamia" of the universe stirs with her spoon of agitation, instigation and preparation waiting for the right time watching as the water of revolution quietly tremble underneath she stands patiently toiling over the boiling liquid earthquake until it has reached its height signifying change then it is time to strain, to sift, to seperate the light from the darkness the haughty from the humble the promise-keepers from the promise-makers Mama Universe serves them up on a hot platter baptizing them in the tomato-red blood of their victims as a means of redemption and repentence but first they must be devoured by lions of karma